[Peter laughs because this is going great and he truly feels like a Good Older Brother preparing his sis to fight off morons on the playground.] See that's working, you're doing great.

I like the enthusiasm, too. It's... [Oh, hold on there Mantracker. Hello. He's lounging in the common area adjoining his bedroom, relaxing on some Kaittos brought pillows with one earbud in. He's really gotta find a way to get new batteries.]

Hey. [Sniffing tolerated - he sits forward and gives a show of his palms.] I don't have cake, but I've got this sugared bread stuff. It's not quite stale but we might as well eat it before it is.

[It wasn't on the table in front of them a minute ago, but now it is. He fixes his mussed hair and nods to it.] As for Four Eyes, God. Where to start? You can pretend to compliment them and say their glasses look nice. Then you say yeah, 'cause they cover up your ugly face.

[He smiles faintly, as if remembering an instance in which he's used that line. There have been a few.]